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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Sept 12, 2020 19:03:20 GMT -5
thisll just be a 1x1 between me and shadow ^^
i need to figure out characters ahh
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Post by Shadowkit on Sept 12, 2020 21:36:15 GMT -5
Characters: Shadowpaw: Ebony-black tom-cat with dark green eyes. Shadowpaw's pelt has a couple healed deep scars from claw wounds despite never being in a battle. He is ten moons old and an apprentice of ShadowClan. He is timid and nervous, but empathetic and caring. He is not an impressive fighter, but he practices his hunting a lot. Shadowpaw is considered the least capable apprentice by many in ShadowClan, a sentiment that is kept to murmurs and gossip only because his mother is the leader. He has few friends in the clan and has always been spurned by his father for his failure to rise over the other apprentices.
Leafpaw: Found on the territory as a very young kit by Ravenfang, ThunderClan's deputy, Leafpaw was raised by him and is mentored by him. Though she still wonders why her parents abandoned her, having no memory of when she was that young, Leafpaw has found family in Ravenfang, Sunflowerpaw, and much of ThunderClan. Loving and eager to help, Leafpaw is a favorite of the elders and exudes a contagious positivity.
Dawnstar: Silver-blue she cat with ice blue eyes and a muscular build. Leader of ShadowClan, known for her excellent fighting skills. She matches this with a compassionate personality that has detached her from much of the past of ShadowClan. Mother of Shadowpaw. Nightclaw: Ebony-black, muscular and battle-scarred tom-cat with dark green eyes. Ill humored and impatient, Nightclaw seems a strange match for Dawnstar. Plotting and tactical, Nightclaw always pushes to take more territory and does not hesitate to hunt over the border if he thinks his clan will benefit from it. Out of love for Dawnstar and always disappointed with Shadowpaw, Nightclaw has never forgotten when Dawnstar lost one of their kits to the river and has never forgiven her.
Ravenfang: The deputy of ThunderClan, pseudo-father to Leafpaw, and Wrenstar's devoted helper. He is a rowan-brown tom-cat with dark brown eyes. Ravenfang is fiercely loyal to his leader and clan and believes in doing the right thing until the end...even if the right thing might not be exactly what the Warrior Code dictates. The worst kept secret of ThunderClan is how attached Ravenfang grew in secret meetings with Dawnstar, only for them to stop seeing each other abruptly. Older cats know he has been a little more emotionally detached since then, though his love for Leafpaw wouldn't give her any such hints.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Sept 12, 2020 22:36:54 GMT -5
here are my kitties --
Sunflowerpaw/wish - a pretty ginger and white molly with pale amber eyes and a heart of gold, but stubborn as all hell. she was born to a young molly named aspenfeather and an older tom named rowansky. the two are no longer together, and sunflowerpaw doesnt receive any motherly or fatherly love from either, especially since her accident. sunflowerpaw has a twisted and broken back leg from a long fall from a tree. Originally having plans to be a warrior, the young apprentices dreams diminished when this happened. her parents pay her no attention, leaving her to constantly try and fight for their love and affection, but with failed efforts. having an interest in berries, leaves and flowers, youll often find her making a lil flower crown to wear. she is the medicine cat of thunderclan. [ reference ]
Rowansky - a large ginger and white tom with dark amber eyes. Quiet, calm and collected. Brother to Wrenstar. This tom keeps to himself quite a lot and barely even gives his own daughter the time of day. He doesnt really care for Wrenstar's rule. He does as he pleases, and batters away most emotions towards anyone or anything. His relationship with aspenfeather had been a mistake- making him believe that sunflowerpaw was as well. he has his regrets, and tries to ignore the two, despite knowing aspenfeather has found someone new. [ reference ]
Wrenstar - a large gray and white tabby tom with bright orange-amber eyes. Brother to Rowansky. He gives the apprentice more attention than her own father. He is calm, collected and enjoys to tell stories. He is rather old, but still going strong as the leader of Thunderclan. He currently has three lives left. [ reference ]
Coalsmoke - a thin, fluffy black and white tom with pale green eyes. He is quiet, kind, caring and loves adventure, but he can be a little skittish at times. He is a shadowclan warrior. Known to put others before himself, and would starve if that meant someone else was eating. [ reference ]
Meadowspring - a short, muscular, dilute chocolate calico molly with blue eyes. She is hot headed, speaks her mind and always makes sure everyone knows her opinion. Despite this, she does care about others and will die for her clan when needed. She is observant and takes most things seriously. She loves adventure and wouldnt mind getting in trouble to have a bit of fun. [ reference ]
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Post by Shadowkit on Sept 12, 2020 23:35:00 GMT -5
It didn't seem like anything around him was real anymore.
From the moment he walked into camp with his mother, he felt the strange aura within the camp. From the way that some of the Shadowclan warriors were gathered about the center of camp, to the sneers and glee that were clear to see in the gazes of some of the cats gathered about. He could see the uneasy gazes of Ebonypelt and Tigersprint in the further corners of the camp. He was uncomfortable with the feeling that was coating the camp, but it was only confirmed as his father, Nightclaw, who was stood close to the floor in front of the leader's den, began to approach the two of them. His gaze quickly turned to his mother, about to say something when her mother's dark, morose look made him stand silent, while his father approached.
She didn't look to him, but she quietly spoke out of the corner of her mouth. "Shadowpaw...S-stay behind me..." Her voice had a shake to it that he was not acclimated to, a sign of worry just not common to his mother. It set his fur on edge far more than the weirdness of the camp could.
He could see the nervousness prickling his mother's pelt as Nightclaw approached the two of them, while the gazes of the cats gathered around were unmistakably focused on the three of them. Clutching his breath in his chest, Shadowpaw pulled back a nervous half-step, quickly glancing to his father and then back to his mother. What was happening? Why was he grinning so wide?Nightclaw’s grin never faltered as he approached Dawnstar and Shadowpaw. "You have failed, again and again, to demonstrate that you have the strength to lead this clan." Nightclaw’s deep and scratchy voice bellowed over the camp, loud and commanding. Amidst his words, one could almost discern a jovial tone; and paired with his wide grin, one could almost say he was taking pleasure in whatever was taking place here. “Your warriors no longer trust in you to get done what needs to be done. And most importantly...you have been soiling the true calling of a warrior. To demonstrate one's strength...you spit upon it. You cower before the other clans. Shadowclan is sick of it, and Shadowclan is sick of you."Shadowpaw's blood froze stiff as he heard what his father was saying. He could easily discern the threat posed within his father's words, and though he felt like the both of them were in danger, he felt his legs frozen to the ground and his mouth refusing to form words. Dawnstar had a pretty similar reaction as her mate spoke to her of the transgressions she had committed against her clan. She knew what he was talking about--she had been, for the short moons since she was appointed leader, trying to better Shadowclan's relationship with the other clans, and to dissolve their reputation of being a deceitful and untrustworthy clan.
But there were many who didn't agree, and she was realizing it had been a sentiment growing more strongly than she had thought. She stepped to the side and pressed up close to her son. Shadowpaw was breathing fast, and she could feel the fear surging through him...just as it was through her. "Shadowpaw..." She was muttering under her breath, trying not to be heard by anyone else. "You...you may need to run, far...I...Don't question me. If this..." She cast a quick side glance to look at her son, who was the reason she opened her eyes in the morning. Her ice blue eyes gazed down at him. "I love you, Shadowpaw..." She quietly pressed her pelt against his. "I love you so much." She gulped, turning back to Nightclaw to look at him, who's smile had taken on an element of sick, utter enjoyment. He began taking slow pawsteps closer to Dawnstar.
Shadowpaw's gaze fixed upon the eyes of his mother, utterly frozen in fear and confusion, equally filled with fear in this situation and a confused, strange sort of relief as his mother assured him of her love for him. This was going to be fine, right? They were going to be fine. This is going to be okay..."Your time is over." Nightclaw drew closer and left no uncertainty as to what was happening here. Only a couple pawsteps away, he suddenly pushed himself forwards, charging Dawnstar and pulling his claws out as he prepared to strike at the neck of his mate. Dawnstar was more than ready, and she pressed her legs strong into the ground, leaping up into the air and swiftly, yet barely, avoiding the claws which were mere inches from her neck as she evaded Nightclaw. She knew immediately that this was a coup, that he was trying to take over and, from the ambivalence of the surrounding cats, enough of them agreed with Nightclaw, or were too scared to fight back against the relative consensus, to help her. She knew this wasn't looking favorable to her.
Shadowpaw couldn't have described the terror that was spilling through him as his own father suddenly attacked his mother, swiping directly for his mother. though his everything felt frozen in place, his legs forced him backwards a few pawsteps, while his mother took to reciprocating the attack, trying to tackle the tom-cat as she awkwardly landed on top of him after he dived towards her. The two of them ended up in a ball, rolling a short distance together before Shadowpaw, hearing the words of his mother echoing in his head, turned tail and dashed for the entrance they had just entered through.
There was nothing he could do to stop himself looking back and skidding to a halt as he reached the exit of the camp. A couple warriors were rising and beginning to approach him, scowls on their face as they seemed intent to keep him from leaving. But that didn't even enter his mind as his eyes took in his parents.
She was fighting hard, but despite her quick reflex, this whole situation had taken Dawnstar by surprise. She had felt traced of dissent being bred in the clan, but she had not been ready for the severity of it. The ambivalence in her clanmates. Despite struggling and scrabbling against her mate, she found herself beneath his paws before she could take a breath, and as she finally sucked in a breath and prepared to plead with him, to beg him not to go through with this, to ask him why he was doing this...his fangs were closed around her neck."NOOOOOO!" Shadowpaw screamed from the entrance to the camp as his father's maw closed around the neck of his mother. It was impossible to process what he saw when he turned back from running, just to see his mother lying upon the floor with teeth in her neck. Moments ago, just seconds ago he was padding alongside her, as she promised him that they would step up his hunting training, despite the fact that she had other things that had been taking her time. Now, Nightclaw was lifting his maw, dripping with blood and a wide smile on his face.
And while he was lifting his maw, Dawnstar was realizing that she was going to die. He was swifter than she had expected given Nightclaw’s massive size. She underestimated him. She wasn't ready. Oh Starclan. I'm going to bleed out in moments, every life, all seven, and... Horror filled her as she thought of her kit left beside her. Her head lolled back as she felt blood pouring from her neck, and with the slightest bit of relief, she saw him at the entrance to the camp. He obeyed her, as always. The slightest spark of hope lighted within her heart. Run. Get away. There's nothing here for your bright heart. Her blue eyes lay on him as Shadowpaw stared in terror, in an all-consuming and paralyzing horror at his mother upon the floor of the camp, bleeding out the refuge of life that lay within her. He wanted to cry out, to beg his father to stop, and to beg his mother not to die, not to leave him, but it was all futile. And as Shadowclan cats began growing closer to him, he realized, very quickly, that whatever was going to be left after this, he was going to be subject to it.
"No!" He cried out once more, though her eyes were already greying and her body was growing limp. It meant nothing. Tears beginning to pour out of his eyes, he spun about, charging out of the camp with total haste.--- They were after him for at least a minute or more, as he charged across the territory, tears pouring from him, leaving an invisible trail in the ground as he pelted at full speed across the territory. He knew he didn't have a single moment to waste as he felt the warriors behind him; yet after almost two minutes, he felt an absence of their presence, thinking he couldn't hear their pawsteps anymore.
Still, he didn't want to be deceived. He continued pelting through what he assumed was the Shadowclan territory. It wasn't long until he came upon a twolegpath, impossible to mistake, and he finally risked a glance behind his back which lowered his speed. They had broken off of him at some point, leaving him to run. Beginning to suck in heavy breaths, exhausted from both the sprint and everything that had just happened within a short number of seconds, the apprentice felt his legs growing extraordinarily heavy. He made it across the path, a paranoid measure to make more distance between himself and whoever was following, before he slumped down in between a few trees, and the tears pouring from his eyes began turning into uncontrollable, painful, breath-breaking sobs. His mom was dying. She...she had to be dead.
None of this could be reality.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Sept 13, 2020 0:04:12 GMT -5
Sunflowerpaw ❀ accompanied by: shadowpaw
today was the day. the day she would make her father proud of her. or so, she wished. whisking her tail, she backed out of the leaders den with a soft purr. "of course, wrenstar. I wont be out too long." she mewed to the leader. he didnt want her out alone, but she begged and begged until he went ahead and gave her the okay. her mentor was already out collecting herbs, assigning sunflowerpaw to do a few apprentice tasks such as cleaning the nests for the elders and getting rid of their ticks. she had finished with plenty of time to spare before cloudberry, her mentor, returned from her herb gathering.
sure, sunflowerpaw believed she shouldve went with her mentor instead of staying home. after all, she was a medicine cat apprentice and not a warrior apprentice - like she was supposed to be - but rarely did she complain, because she looked foreword to being praised in the end anyways. limping towards the entrance, the young apprentice beamed with excitement as she stepped out of the thunderclan camp. she looked around, nodding at the warriors keeping watch at the entrance before turning towards the direction of the two-leg path, where she planned to head to the abandoned building to gather some leaves and flowers for a new crown.
the young molly made her way carefully, weaving through the bushes and limping over tree roots until she spotted a small patch of dandelions. sunflowerpaw purred in excitement and started to make her way over, amber eyes glittering softly as she thought about weaving the delicate flowers into a cute little crown. it'd probably only last a day or two, but she still thought it would be cute.
as the medicine cat apprentice went to sit down, her ears perked up and her attention shifted elsewhere. was somecat... crying? it sounded like a cry of which she had heard from her clanmates when they lost a loved one. except, she didnt recognize this cats crying. standing up, the ginger and white molly slowly made her way towards the sound, wondering if the cat who was crying so loud was okay.
peaking around, she spotted the black pelt of a young tom. "hey! hey, are you okay?" she asked, limping her way over. she hadnt ever seen him before, but he reeked of shadowclan. not that she cared or anything. but she had also not been to any gatherings as of yet, so she hadnt met any other cats outside of thunderclan. "you don't sound okay. is there anything i can do to help? do you want to come back to my camp with me?" she asked is a soft voice. sunflowerpaw's gentle eyes filled with concern and worry for the young tom, but she was also a bit reluctant, considering he was a stranger. the good, however, outweighed the bad. her heart was made of gold and she just wanted to help him.
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Post by Shadowkit on Sept 13, 2020 0:24:03 GMT -5
Shadowpaw, fallen to the floor, couldn't even get himself to move anymore as the tears continued t flow from his eyes. If the ShadowClan warriors were still chasing him, they'd be on him in no time, and he would be helpless to escape. His terror had been replaced with bottomless sorrow, though, and any remnants of his mother's command to run had been washed away and replaced by the cold dead stare of her eyes. He didn't care, or at least, he wasn't going to be able to fight any more.
Yet, he practically jumped out of his skin when a voice came from the opposite direction he expected it to. A wave of adrenaline struck him quickly and he was quickly scrambling onto his paws with his fur bristling in fear once more. His wide green eyes took in Sunflowerpaw, and he immediately tried to figure how much danger he was in. He could barely skirmish with another cat. He saw that she was limping, and blinking a couple times, he hoped that this cat wasn't going to try to beat him down and off of the territory. Even with such an injury he didn't know what good he would be against her.
"P-please," he mewed, taking a half-step back. He tried to stop the tears coming from his eyes, but he was overwhelmed with grief and a couple quiet ones refused to be stopped. "D-Don't hurt me. I-" He looked around them hastily, not having acknowledged the questions she had asked him, scanning and fully realizing how much of the territory he had crossed--right into ThunderClan's.
Shadowpaw almost hesitated as he noticed a couple things which surprised him--her voice was soft and gentle, not the hostility he expected from a rival clan's cat who stumbled upon him. And whatever was contained in her eyes, it was a far fox-length from the anger he expected to see, something that almost reminded him of Cedarpool's expression when she was patching up his wounds. Still, he didn't let his guard down, uncertain if this was some sort of trick to get him comfortable. I-I didn't realize I crossed the border. I'll leave, right now. I promise. Just please don't..." His anxiety was prickling down his spine and through his fur, and was audibly obvious as he spoke. Nothing was right about the condition that Shadowpaw seemed to be in. He took another step back.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Sept 14, 2020 20:21:36 GMT -5
Sunflowerpaw ❀ accompanied by: shadowpaw
sunflowerpaw blinked slowly at the tom before realizing. she shook her head quickly and stepped foreword, twitching her ears. "Hey, no... no, no. i'm not going to hurt you or anything. i'm not a warrior nor a warrior apprentice. im sunflowerpaw, the medicine cat apprentice for thunderclan." she mewed softly. "i dont have any ill intentions, i dont care that you crossed the border. but you seem really upset, and i was wondering if there was a way I could help!" the young molly said cheerfully. she wanted to help, even if shadowpaw wanted nothing to do with her.
she looked behind her shoulder, hoping no warriors or any other clan mates were near by before turning back to shadowpaw. "okay well.... maybe we can sit by the lake or walk? or go in the abandoned two leg building? i want to know if theres anything i can do to make you possibly feel better?" she asked softly, her amber eyes glittering with concern for the young tom as she took a few pawsteps foreword again. she didnt want to spook him off or anything.
[ sorry its kinda short, a lots been going on as of lately ]
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Post by Shadowkit on Sept 14, 2020 22:07:30 GMT -5
A spark of fear increased his anxiety as Sunflowerpaw began stepping towards him, but it was tempered by the medicine cat's apprentice as she revealed who she was. That concern in her eyes, which reminded him of ShadowClan's own medicine cat, made a lot more sense when he realized it was her job to learn how to heal, not to harm. He was a far breath from trusting anything she said to him, still so wary of danger that could come from any direction. Even if it really would only come from one.
His breath steadied from his sobbing as she seemed to visibly calm him a bit, his fur settling slightly but far from laying flat. He listened closely as she promised she had no intent to harm him, lingering on the question of whether she was being honest or not. His paranoia from living in a clan with several cats who loved giving him a rough time and maybe a scar to remember him by left him doubtful of a cat that all the clans were meant to revere.
And as she was drawing closer to him, something else became evident about Shadowpaw. Beside the anxiety, the bristled pelt, and the red eyes which had just stopped dropping tears, Shadowpaw looked like he was in poor shape even beforehand. A scar of clawmarks that had been deep when it was inflicted lay healed, but forever imprinted above his right eye. Thankfully, it seemed his eye had been barely avoided, but it was strange for a cat so young to have a set of claw marks that had wounded him so deeply. More, a very recent wound, just on the edge of his shoudler with one clawmark and the partial marking of a second claw, lie there, beginning to take a slight yellow color to it. To a medicine cat, even one of the earliest trained, it would be clear this wound was developing an infection from a lack of treatment.
And finally, Shadowpaw looked underfed. His ribs weren't jutting out noticeably from his stomach, but his belly was a little smaller than would be expected just a couple moons after Greenleaf. Leaf-fall wasn't even here, and most cats were still plump and happy as the prey was barely starting to prepare for their hibernation. Whatever was causing it, Shadowpaw, and perhaps ShadowClan, weren't eating normally.
These details all came into focus as the she-cat continued to draw closer, and Shadowpaw's anxiety began to spike again as her paws drew closer. No...No. If she wanted to attack me, I'm sure she could have... He forced his fur to start laying down just a little lower on his pelt.
He felt confusion beginning to form in his head as she offered him a variety of options, asking him if she could do something to ease whatever was upsetting him. It was an unexpected and impossible question, her sympathy a far cry from the...horror he had just fled. His eyes clouded and flashed with something dark as his mother's lolled back head stared upside down at him, her greying eyes and the blood flowing from her neck being all he could remember from that moment. There wasn't anything that could ever make this feel better, so why should he even try?
Trust her. The cloudiness in Shadowpaw's eyes vanished as he refocused on Sunflowerpaw, a voice in his head, almost not feeling like it was his own--not lining up with his own fearful nature, told him to trust the stranger pawsteps away from him. His expression grew a little bewildered, as he wondered why he would be thinking about accepting such an offer from a total stranger, especially when his father had spoken so much of how the other clans were not to be trusted.
He could hear only his breathing and the blowing of the ThunderClan trees as he considered her offer. Maybe it was his own strange urging to show some trust, or maybe it was the strange sense of peace that the blowing trees seemed to give the ThunderClan territory. More likely, though, it was probably the beautiful pale amber eyes, sparkling with a concern that had been there since he first spotted her, that tipped him towards her offer.
He started taking a shaky pawstep towards her, still nervous about the decision he was making. When he had planted his paw down on the ground again, he slowly turned his head around and gazed back in the direction of his territory. Gulping, scanning the other side of the twoleg path, he bit his lip and scanned for any signs of cats. It didn't help much, because in his paranoid state it felt like eyes were peering from behind every trunk of pine.
He turned back to her, his mouth half open as he chose his next words. "I...I don't know what...can ever help," He murmured quietly, grief clear in his voice as it seemed to almost break on the last word. He had to take a few seconds to breath, clearly to keep himself from crying again. What good could a walk do, or sitting in a twoleg structure? His mother had been murdered. "But...If you're sure..." He trailed off, not sure what else to say. Anything to get farther from that scene. His dark green eyes met her's, the depths of grief in them perhaps betraying the profound loss he had just experienced.
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Post by Shadowkit on Oct 12, 2020 12:50:10 GMT -5
bumping ^^
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